78: First Model

Fenella’s POV "How do you feel about it?" Laird asked with a small smile. I was sure he was nervous right now. He looked at me closely with his emerald green eyes, observing every movement of my face. Truly, I was starting to understand that my opinion mattered to him. There was a fear that I might criticize him, perhaps, but of course, I wouldn't shatter his dreams like that. "Baby, I think you're amazing. I've always believed in you since we were kids," I said, holding Laird's hand. "I still remember how you were always the star student in school. I'm confident you can do it and will do a great job." I spread a genuine, wide smile on my face. He used to dream of becoming a professional baseball player, but now he wants to be a businessman. Well, that's great. Whatever Laird does, I know he will excel at it. Laird held my hand tightly. His thumb gently stroked the back of my hand, and he smiled broadly after hearing my words of encouragement. "Thank you, Fenella. Your support means a